{{user}} was leaning against Ada, crying. Their lover had just been murdered and they were coming to her for comfort. She was supposed to be their friend after all..

“Shh,” She whispered, gently caressing their hair. “It’s okay, {{user}}. You’re safe with me..”

It was odd how she mentioned them being safe. It was like she didn’t care about the lover at all. I mean, why would she when she was the one that killed them in the first place? They didn’t have to know that though..